When he was a child, the stubborn Feng Zhiping didn't know how many times he annoyed his husband, and after being reprimanded, he ran to ask his father what a real scholar looks like.

Feng Moxiu replied to him in a short sentence - pretending, special pretending, if you don't put on the shelf, you will die, one is counted as the other, and all of them are black.

Feng Zhiping felt the same way, but he felt that it was too arbitrary, so he ran to ask his mother what a real scholar looks like.

Sheng Yan touched his head and told him with a smile - gentle and elegant, Bo Gu and the present.

Dad and mother's answers were put together, Feng Zhiping summed it up and came up with the answer - real readers are subtle and introverted, they don't say anything directly if they want to express anything, they will quote scriptures and classics to make you have your own taste, especially scolding, so that you can not only show your talents, but also achieve your goal.

Of course, it is on the premise that you can taste it.

This impression has been engraved in his mind since he was a child, and most of the pedants he will encounter in the future are indeed this style, and as the Sheng family of today's literary world and the most famous Qingliu family, he must be the same in his mind.

First of all, a large wave of servants poured out of the house, and under the leadership of the steward, they saluted him respectfully.

Then a group of people poured out, surrounded by a flower-haired old man in official uniform, listening to people's names, this old gentleman was his grandfather - Sheng Changming.

Looking at his grandfather who was holding his hand affectionately and looking up and down and smiling, Feng Zhiping was strange and kind, and he felt even more absurd.

Do you have such a big face, the first time you came to the door and didn't say hello in advance, but your grandfather came to greet him in person, and he was still wearing court clothes, what does this mean?

Does wearing court clothes look more grand?

It's not in order!

In fact, this is not the case, it is a coincidence, Sheng Changming happened to have something to go out, just walked to the front yard and waited for the carriage and horses to come, he heard the shocking voice of the porter Zhongbo, and went to the door to take a look at it in disbelief, and saw the face that looked like Feng Moxiu, and there was no doubt, the whole person suddenly fell into ecstasy, leaving the others and rushing forward to pull Feng Zhiping to start clearing the heat, completely forgetting what rules and regulations.

He forgot, Feng Zhiping didn't dare, he broke out his hand without a trace, took three steps back and knelt respectfully.

"Grandson Feng Zhiping, meet your grandfather!"

After saying that, he slammed on the ground in a proper manner, and the maids and guards behind him also saluted.

Sheng Changming was relieved, laughed and pulled Feng Zhiping up, patted the dust and smoothed his clothes for him, and said softly: "When did you come? Why don't you say hello, is your mother here too?"

As he spoke, he looked around the carriage and didn't see anyone getting off, and a deep disappointment suddenly appeared in his eyes.

Feng Zhiping saw it in his eyes and said respectfully: "Back to my grandfather, my grandson came to the capital for some trivial matters, and he just arrived today, and his mother did not go with him. If you miss her, it doesn't matter, my grandson will write a letter to ask my mother to come over, and she must also want to come to see you very much. ”

"Ghostly, just like your father. ”

Sheng Changming smiled and nodded at Feng Zhiping's head, and then sighed: "Forget it, it's tiring to travel, let's let her live in Quanzhou, you can come!"

Speaking of this, Sheng Changming stomped his feet: "Look at me, look at me, I forgot about my happiness, let's go, come with me, I'll take you to meet your maternal great-grandfather!"

As he spoke, he took Feng Zhiping's hand and walked towards the house, and the personal attendant hurriedly chased after him when he saw this.

"Master, Lord Xu's side..."

"My grandson is here, nothing is so important, let him change the day!"

Sheng Changming flicked his sleeves and pulled Feng Zhiping away.

The attendant smiled bitterly and led a horse and hurried away.

Entering the mansion, there was no time to enjoy the garden view, Feng Zhiping was half-pulled and half-dragged by Sheng Changming across the front yard, through the hall and through the corridor, almost all the way to trot, so frightened that the people followed closely, for fear that the two masters would fall, and they wanted to persuade but did not dare to persuade, so distressed.

After walking four times, I finally came to the inner house, to be exact, the inner house of the inner house, which is the core of the Sheng Mansion, enshrined in the ancestral ancestral hall of the Sheng family, and also lived in the Tian of the Sheng Mansion, the outer great-great-ancestor Sheng Zhongzhang of Feng Zhiping.

The rules of the Sheng Mansion are strict, each has its own servants, and the few remaining servants behind him stood at the door, only Sheng Changming pulled Feng Zhiping and walked in.

As soon as he entered the courtyard gate, Sheng Changming slowed down, and his breathing became a little more restrained.

Feng Zhiping also became nervous, his steps were a little cramped, and after thinking about it, he let go of his courage again, and followed behind Sheng Changming with his head held high.

The "bad thing" is done by the old man, what are you afraid of, but he only makes people laugh!

The ancestral hall is on the east side of the inner house, the north side is the main house, and the west side is the study and side room.

The two walked to the middle of the courtyard and met an old man with a childish face, Feng Zhiping's heart moved and he was about to salute, but he saw the old man rushing to salute.

"Master, the old lady just fell asleep, didn't you go out, why did you come back again?"

As he spoke, he looked at Feng Zhiping with doubts in his eyes, and soon the doubts turned into shock, until they were incredulous.

"This... Who is this?!"

Feng Zhiping was very embarrassed, since he was a child, he had never been surprised as a rare monster like today.

Sheng Changming smiled, pulled Feng Zhiping to his side and patted him in a show off: "He is Feng Zhiping, my grandson, the son of Qiao'er!"

Fauber took a long breath, his gaze suddenly sharpened, as if he had stabbed at him in substance.

Feng Zhiping was shocked in his heart, and instinctively reacted faster than the thought to fight back, and the lightning clash between the two of them was closed as soon as he touched it, Feng Zhiping's chest shook slightly, and Fu Bo did not move at all.

Master!

At least Kamizo!!

Feng Zhiping's eyes changed, knowing that this person must be a master of personal protection of Sheng Zhongzhang, and it was likely to be sent by Ouchi. Keep your books in stock

Fauber was even more surprised.

The whole Tianyuan knew that the son of Jianhou was born with a cripple, not long ago there was a rumor that the cripple was fake, Feng Zhiping had been hiding, and then there was news that Feng Zhiping was indeed a cripple, but he was rescued by a master when he was kidnapped, and he survived and healed of congenital diseases, so he had this try, but he didn't expect the result to be far more shocking than he expected.

Innate!

At least the innate nature of the spiritual consciousness period!

You must know that just now, the martial artists of the Acquired Realm rarely said that they would lose more than three breaths, and it was impossible for ordinary spiritual consciousness to not retreat one step by one, and Feng Zhiping not only followed, but also made a counterattack, which is definitely not something that ordinary spiritual consciousness can do!

"Fauber!"

Sheng Changming scolded lightly, his eyes were not good.

He has a lot of grandchildren, but there is only one grandson, and it comes from his most beloved little daughter, who used to be difficult to see, but today it is hard to see, and it is rare to reach his heart at a glance, how can he allow others to be contemptible?

Not even Fuber by his father's side!

Fu Bo put away his surprise and bowed slightly: "The old man is angry, and the old slave knows his mistakes." ”

After saying that, he got up and looked at Feng Zhiping's eyes with great appreciation: "The tiger father has no dogs, this is true, the three martial spirits of the Sword Marquis Mansion are just around the corner, it is really the luck of the imperial court, the blessing of Tianyuan!"

Sheng Changming understood and looked at each other in amazement: "You mean, Ping'er he...?!"

Fu Bo nodded with a smile: "Although the old slave is about to rot wood, his eyes are not flowering, and he will never be mistaken, Young Master Ping has become a congenital now, and he is by no means idle." ”

"Ping'er can practice?!"

Sheng Changming was overjoyed, and then disappointed.

Feng Zhiping didn't understand it at first, but after a little thought, it became clear.

The Sheng family's scholarly family and the hairpin family, although they did not look down on the suspicion of martial arts, they did not value martial artists and martial arts, they cared more about knowledge.

Therefore, it doesn't matter to them whether Feng Zhiping can practice or not, what matters is whether the child is healthy, smart or not, good or bad, and whether he has the potential to cultivate.

The so-called self-cultivation, Qi family, governing the country, and leveling the world, creating a long-lasting family is not only a martial marquis, but also a civil official, which is like a hand and a brain, the hand is very flexible but has to rely on the brain to command, the brain is always more important than the hand, and it is more indispensable.

If Feng Zhiping is still a cripple, then he can take this opportunity to change the inherent concept that his grandson has cultivated since he was a child, bring him back from the rough martial artist to "regular", devote himself to training, and help Feng Zhiping build a bright future while recovering a game in the "uncle" he has been with all his life.

In his opinion, being a "powerless" civil official is much safer than being a military marquis, and the military attache will have to carry his head to the battlefield in the future, he loves his daughter very much, and he also loves his grandson Wu and Wu, but he doesn't want to send the white-haired baby daughter to the black-haired person who is difficult to give birth, and live the rest of his life sadly and lonely.

But Feng Zhiping can cultivate, and Fu Bo, who never praises people easily, also asserts that the Sword Marquis Mansion will definitely have "one door and three martial souls", what does this mean?

This meant that it was almost impossible for him to impress Feng Zhiping and change his mind.

Although there was nothing wrong with this, or even better, he was very disappointed from a safety point of view, especially when he thought of his father's possible reaction...

Sheng Changming looked at the main room in distress, and it happened that there was a coughing sound in the room, and then, an old and majestic voice sounded.

"Who's making noise outside the house?"

"Father, it's me. Sheng Changming replied, even if his father couldn't see it, he bowed slightly and made a full salute.

"Didn't Xu Zhizhou make an appointment with you to talk about disaster relief, why are you still rubbing here?"

Sheng Changming replied: "Father, there is nothing to talk about in this matter, only 80,000 yuan of 180,000 taels of disaster relief funds are left in the local area, and 100,000 taels of silver are gone, no matter who Xu Zhizhou intercedes for, it is absolutely impossible for me, I will investigate strictly to the end!"

Sheng Zhongzhang was silent for a moment, and said lightly: "It's good, it's time to beat it up, there is only one thing you have to keep in mind, checking is not the point, it is not difficult to guess where the silver went, the point is to chase the silver back, and then let them 'make a statement', I don't need to say more about the proportion here, you can handle it yourself." ”

"Yes, father. ”

Sheng Changming bowed down to be taught, got up and showed joy behind him, and said loudly: "Father, the child didn't go because a 'distinguished guest' came, guess who?"

"Oh, your honor, but Ruojun is here, wait a minute, I'll get up. ”

Sheng Changming couldn't help but smile: "It's not Brother Zhou, you can never guess who it is!"

"You kid, you haven't been beaten for a long time, but you dare to entertain me. Okay, well, I want to see which 'noble' it is, and how to give birth to a 'noble' method!"

As he spoke, footsteps came to the door, and with a creak, the door opened, and a silver-haired old man appeared inside the door.

Feng Zhiping saw his great-grandfather for the first time, and glanced at it quickly before saluting, and a sentence involuntarily came out in his heart - wrapped in a coarse cloth, with poetry and books in his belly.

There is no imaginary brocade and jade clothes, and there is no flowing gown dyed with ink patterns that are loved by romantic talents, it is the most ordinary coarse cloth scholar's outfit, plus a wooden hairpin crown that seems to have broken a branch at will, and the most valuable thing on the whole body is the glasses that are hand-polished by transparent colorless crystals on the bridge of the nose, but it is such an ordinary clothes that can no longer be ordinary, but it makes Sheng Zhongzhang wear an otherworldly taste, which invisibly fits a Taoist mantra - the avenue is natural, back to the basics.

At the same time that Feng Zhiping looked at Sheng Zhongzhang, Sheng Zhongzhang was also looking at him, and his face was angry at a glance, and then he realized that something was wrong.

Too young!

Not only does he look young, but his temperament is also, this is not Feng Moxiu!

The years have not damaged the skin of the old thing, but it still leaves an imprint on the inside, and the youthful vigor cannot be pretended, and he does not feel the familiar and nasty smell in this person.

It's not Feng Moxiu, that's...

Sheng Zhongzhang became excited, his face gradually flushed strangely, and he stretched out his hand tremblingly, as if he wanted to touch it but didn't dare to touch it, staggered down the steps, pushed away Fu Bo who came to support, and asked softly with a trembling voice: "You, but Ping'er?"

Feng Zhiping's nose was sore, he knelt on his knees, and bowed respectfully.

"Grandson Feng Zhiping, meet your great-grandfather!"